Wolf RPG - canadian cold, canadian cheer

Sapphique.
A handful of days; days of learning scents, of familiarizing herself with the land of the oceanwolves. Maleah feels awkward, as if she's barging in on a door accidentally left unlocked. These wolves hold so much love for each other, and there is so much history beneath her feet, and now she is part of it. Part of something much greater than she.
The air is heavy, quiet, and she wonders if it is always this way.
The marble settles into a slow pace, traversing from the wildwood to the miniature flatland that sits almost central to camp. Here, she would hunt for the beginnings of a supply stash. She is meticulous as she examines every flower bud, every root, every patch of moss; the condition it's in, how long ago it may have sprouted; the gender, the color, the species.
And she needed to be! For now, it was not just in case of an emergency; she had a job here. A duty.
A calling.

Astera had taken patrolling as her self appointed duty, along with bringing gifts for the young pups of the pack. It helped her develop a sense of importance, as well as a mental map of the territory. Sapphique was her home, and she hardly remmebered her life outside the pack. It was all the past, her pack and family was the present, and they were all the mattered.

The pack had just grown by one, so naturally, Astera set out to find the newest member of the coastal family. She found her investigating the different flowers and fruits that could be found along the cliffs. Hi! Are you Maleah, because I heard there was a new wolf around here?

Silver-tipped fur stands on edge at the sound of a voice behind her. Oh, swiveling abruptly, she faces the stranger with a curl of her lip, eyes of hardened lemon drinking in the sight of her. She is younger, definitely, by the looks of it; perhaps this is what Chacal meant when she asked her of her opinion on children.
Yes, that's me, an awkward, but friendly laugh is pushed out of her lungs as she gathers the pile of supplies up with a sweep of a paw. and you must be...

When the newest member of Sapphique asks for her name, Astera offers it with a quick tail wag. I'm Astera, Ravin's sister. My mom is Chacal, you may know her. Sensing the tension in the air, she flattens her ears. Sorry if I startled you, I'll leave if you want to be alone. She didn't mean to be a disturbance.

You're no bother at all, ah, one of Chacal's daughters. Maleah finds herself thinking of what the Tanzanite had said of the wide array of children that call these cliffs home, and assumes Astera must be one of those aforementioned.
I was just checking out the plant life here, she moves her shoulders in a shrug, nosing at a sun-dappled inside-out flower, shimmering ivory and swaying in the saltwater breeze. come walk with me. Maybe you can help me learn the names of some of these!

Sorry for the wait. I took on way to many threads when I had quite a bit of free time, and now that life has gotten busy again, I need to downsize my threads. Perhaps we can fade and archive? Sorry about that!

She was relived to hear that Maleah welcomed her presence. Astera quickly accepted the offer for a walk. Not only would she get to know the newcomer, she could also show off her plant knowledge. Fluffing up her fur in the breeze, she pointed out a violet flower. Look! It's a sea lavender! She followed Maleah with a merry step.

you're all good! no problem, we can just bts their little nature walk LOL

The girl eagerly accepts her offer, and Maleah finds her lips curling with a small grin.
She shuffles forward with an outstretched paw; perhaps they'd go through the meadow, or maybe up to the lake. Surely, she'd need directions from the youngling either way.
You're right! Very good! she gives a swift nod, motioning towards it with the tip of her nose. This poor kid was about to be in for an earful of fun and not-so-fun facts.